Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

July 19, 2014


Filed under: Text — Tags: , — Lilac @ 8:51 pm

I danced with a girl some weeks ago – she was smart and delicate – rarely do I hold someone slighter than myself. She wore lace, smiled when she re-adjusted her slipping purse strap. I felt so responsible, holding her – jeans to her lace – cropped hair to her straight brown tresses.

My arms get bigger as I’m working out. The man who molested me had arms like sick alloy of iron and skin – sometimes I flex and want fleetingly to be stronger than him. Not to harm. Never to harm. Holding a slenderer woman, I can’t understand how anyone could use their strength for ill. It’s stayed with me – the sense of duty in strength. A good lesson.



  1. You have cropped hair now?

    Comment by Andrew Conway — July 20, 2014 @ 3:59 pm

    • Yes – kind of a pixie cut (:

      Comment by Lilac — July 20, 2014 @ 4:04 pm

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